I was looking through my flickr and found this photo

Jenny and Jenny. We know how to dress.
I miss you! Go to Uppsala. Ok. Good.
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I’m going to order this little girl on the 17th when Lati opens. Can’t say I agree with the price they put on her, or that you get the clothes “as a gift” when the price is $270. Right.
But her eyes. Oh the doom is upon us.

“Lati white SP Bayer”

Bleaching is not fun. So it ends up looking like this until I feel like doing something about it

And then after one hour of wishing there were magical invisible fingers scratching my head

(elf ears grew out during the bleach)

My eyes aren’t blue either. Photoshop does magical things. While on the subject of eyes. I went to the optician yesterday. I was there a week ago checking my eyes and getting a new prescription for contacts, but when I was about to order them online it said my type wasn’t being made anymore. That should have been something the optician knew about.

Any ways, this other optician gave me another kind, which I got for free. He said he could see a sign after a little infection in my eye, which I haven’t noticed at all and he was being weird about me saying I hadn’t felt anything strange. Kinda weird that the other optician didn’t see that a week ago. Especially since he said my eyes looked PERFECT.

So, lesson for today is opticians can’t be trusted. Mhm.

We just had a tiny meet today in Uppsala. After collecting Linda at the train station we bought some juice and cookies and walked to the park. We took some photos of Lyra and Dylan (both Lati white Belles).

A tiny Lyra in my hand. Dylan was hiding in a tree or something.

After some cookies and talks we took out Isobel and Elvira.  Isobel apperantly begged to become a vampire..

And Linda had her camera out at the bestest of times.. I stole this photo from her, without asking.

Good day that was. I even got some coffee. In a cup that wasn’t the size of my head this time.